“Then take off your towel,” I say.“And let me watch you touch yourself while you do.”
His breath catches.
Then, without a word, he rises to his knees, fingers trembling just a little as he untucks the towel and lets it fall.
The towel hits the floor, and he kneels there, completely bare.
His body is lean, lithe, flushed in all the right places.He wraps his hand around himself instinctively, already hard.Already aching.His chest rises fast, lips parted like he can’t decide if he needs breath more than he needs to keep tasting me.
“You’re beautiful like this,” I say.
The words make his hand falter for just a second, but then he keeps stroking.Slowly at first.Measured.Letting me watch him come undone one motion at a time.
I want to touch him, to bring him pleasure like he’s giving me, but more than that, I want to watch him bring himself off.I lean back against the wall and spread my knees wider, offering him the rest of me again.
His mouth returns, even more confident now, and he moves with a hunger and grace that’s fucking beautiful.His hand works in tandem with his mouth, and the sight of him pleasuring both of us at once threatens to undo every ounce of restraint I’ve got left.
He moans around me.I groan in answer, head tilting back, eyes fluttering shut for a beat, but only for a beat.Ineedto watch this.Need to see the moment his pleasure crests alongside mine.
He’s moving faster now.His body tight, thighs trembling.His strokes lose some rhythm—because he’s close,soclose—and when I reach out to touch his cheek, he turns into it like he’s trying to catch my hand in his mouth.
“Look at me,” I murmur.He does.And that’s what takes me over.
I come with a sharp gasp, body locking, one hand fisting in his hair as my release hits hard and hot.He takes all of it, not perfectly, buteagerly.Like it means something.
My lover groans as he finishes seconds later, hand working desperately, face pinkened.His whole body bows into it, and his release splashes hot across his own chest.No shame.No fear.Justwant.Forme.
We both stay frozen for a moment, breaths tangled, heat radiating between us in the silence.Then I pull him up gently by the arm and help him onto the bench beside me.He curls against my side, still catching his breath.
Neither of us speaks.We don’t need to.The silence is warm now.Shared.Earned.
He stays pressed to my side, head resting against my shoulder.His skin’s still damp with sweat and heat, but there’s no urgency in him anymore.No nerves.Just silence and closeness.
My hand finds his again, fingers grazing over knuckles, not quite holding, just touching enough to say:you’re not alone.
The light overhead flickers once, then steadies.Outside the room, someone laughs in the hallway.The world continues.But in here, it’s still.
He shifts just enough to glance at me.There’s a question in his eyes, but it’s notwas that okay?Ordid I do it right?
It’s quieter than that.Can I stay a little longer?I nod.
And we just sit like that, skin cooling, hearts slowing.The boy who walked in looking lost is gone now.What’s left is someone whoknows—his mouth, his hands, his want.And maybe if he comes back, we’ll see what else he wants to learn.But for now, we stay still.Let the silence say what words never could.
It’s past two when I finally return to the front desk.
The lights buzz a little louder when it gets this late.The floors cool underfoot.Most of the private rooms are quiet now, curtains drawn, bodies gone, only the faint smell of sweat and soap lingering.
I wipe down the counter.Fold two more towels.Reset the key hook on the wall even though there’s nothing out of place.Just something to do with my hands.
My body’s calm now, more than calm.I feel...steady.As if something inside me clicked into place and hasn’t rattled loose yet.
It wasn’t the best blowjob I’ve ever had.Not the dirtiest, not the wildest.But something about it stayed with me.
Maybe it was the way he looked up at me like I could be trusted with his mistakes.Like hewantedto get it right, not to impress me, but to understand something about himself.To use his mouth as a question and my body as the answer.
I’ve been here a long time.Seen things that leave marks.People moving through each other like smoke, barely touching.
But tonight?
